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But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad seein folks judge em harsh. Like, cmon, they’re just tryna eat! Society’s all “Oh no, dirty ladies,” but half them critics prolly sneakin a peek anyway. Hypocrites, man—pisses me off. Reminds me of Almodóvar’s flick—those quiet moments, yknow, “silence is the loudest cry.” Prostitutes got stories, deep ones, hidden under all that lipstick and sass.

The Malady of the Soul

Genealogy for Armand von Jakomini (deceased) family tree on Geni, with over million profiles of ancestors and living relatives.

I remember one time, right after a long massage sesh, I walked by the lil’ canal on Westbridge. Man, it hit me like "we need to face reality" – all those calm ripples reminding me that even in chaos, peace lives somewhere. And oh, there's the jammin' vibes in the back alleys, where local artists scribble epic stories on gray walls. Pretty dope, huh?

"Ready. Steady. Go." / Sandra Janser and Elisabeth Koller